"You don't think we have some kind of pervert around here, do you?" she asked, making it seem as if it were on the same scale as a serial killer. I ju...t smiled and told her to relax, it was probably just some horny teenager trying to get his rocks off. The lovely lady calmed down and laughed it off too, realizing that she may have overreacted.Our joking around suddenly shifted to amateur detectives, as Lannie asked what I knew about the McAlister boys that lived up the street. I reinforced her. I suspected it was one of my mother's effects on him during his own slavery. There were other... differences in the south wing that made me conclude the south wing was from a darker side of my father's personality. From the minds of a few of the slaves I learned of how some people enjoy the sexual torture of themselves and others. Apart from a few common devices found at any adult goods store, the north wing did not contain any torture equipment of any kind. The south wing's guest quarters were. She had a picture in her mind that was so real she could almost reach out and touch it. Miranda imagined tapping the huge dildo on his ass as he wriggled trying to get away form her, but he is tied where can he go, nowhere, he is mine to use as I see fit. Miranda thought she was going to cum as she imagined herself pushing ten inches of rubber cock deep into a mans ass. Miranda didn't know if that was what this man was offering but she hoped it was. So she said, "Ok let me here your offer, and. Do you remember Edna from accounting?" I nod and prepare myself for the usual ramblings of her day. My face keeps the interested expression and I nod when needed but in my head I'm thinking of Elaine and how many fingers I could fit in her tight little cunt."Don't you think that is disgraceful darling?" Her question brings me back to the present and I have to guess at what my wife is talking about."Yes dear." I agree with her. Alisha shoots me a smouldering look that shoots straight to my.